When Voice Has To Be Home Again Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

When voice has to be home again
Little smile in route carrying that wave
Grey hood speaks convergence speed
No speed limit is heard, to my home I die

When voice has to be home again
Clouding and crowded on fuel I go
Meddling mates there I spare, and jerk
The heavens of me is my low land rack

When voice has to be home again
Darling on dared squeaks, speechless rivers
And head such headings of the lakesides
In a voice of home roaring me inside